Tasty Tales of Transformation

  There is a sequel to this story, A Captivating Fan Dappled light spotted the racks of clothes, both old and new, laid out before Ann. She never expected herself to end up in such a ramshackle, dusty antique store, but her search had now led her to places she wouldn't have even considered in her pursuit of her next big cosplay (costume play). The problem was that she had long since donned the looks of all the anime, videogame, and various media character’s she’d cared the most about, and nowadays was strictly searching for characters with outfits she deemed sexually appealing. As she perused the clothing all around her, there were certainly a lot of materials to work with, but she merely scoffed at them. She’d gotten lazier over time, no longer wanting to invest the time in creating the outfits herself. Truth be told, she never got much praise for her efforts in that regard, despite the hours she toiled away. She worried she didn’t have the looks for striking it big in the cosplay...

  His eyes felt heavy, their lowering lids pulling down the weight on his shoulders. It was only ten minutes before his next class, so why was he stuck here in one of the campus corridors counting the passersby like sheep? Things would only be more stressful if he didn’t hurry. But he was wistful, and this hallway had been his sanctuary these first few months of his freshman year. Shifting his posture on the table to keep himself awake, James continued observing the crowd as if watching a play he longed to be a part of. Every person carried a story far more interesting than his own and carried themselves with a sureness he could never find. Searching within himself or planning ahead wasn’t his forte—hell, his working degree in marketing was a decision made on nothing more than a gut feeling. He seemed content wasting away as he had through High school, barely scraping by while wishing someone or something would sweep the rug out from under him, causing him to fall into the arms of ...